Summer is going out in style. Ferociously hot and humid. This morning Sophie is given a bath. She's scooped up and put under the shower before she can complain. Surprise is the secret to dog grooming.
Bob celebrates his sisters misfortune by doing a jig with Furry Fox in his mouth. His sodden sister chases him round and round and round the garden. Within ten minutes she's completely dry and he's exhausted.
The old donkey is on his feet today. He wanders slowly, very slowly, over to the fence to greet us. I pat him on top of his head. The younger donkeys hold back but eventually summon up the courage to come over and stare at the PONs. Sophie stands behind my legs and stares back. Bob wanders off in search of some badgers poo. Tomorrow we'll bring carrots.
Red bananas in the greengrocers. Don't think red bananas have ever made it to Scotland.
Pumpkins also appear. It's going to be 40 degrees in the shade today and the radio is broadcasting heat warnings. The pumpkins are not selling well.
Some dogs have greatness thrust upon them : https://www.standard.co.uk/news/world/french-president-emmanuel-macron-adopts-pet-dog-nemo-a3621591.html